I'm
in the process of writing a longer Tru Calling fic but had to get
this down. Serves me right for listening to depressing music really.
Please read and review.

Title:
Tragically Beautiful

Author:
finkpishnets (Bobbie)

Rating:
PG

Genre:
Romance & Angst

Words:
417

She
ran; heart thumping, eyes shedding tears and breath ripping from her
lungs. She had to be faster; keep her legs moving. No time to stop,
no time to look back or call Davis or Harry for help. Keep her eyes
on the target; keep her thoughts on the purpose. No time to think
about the betrayal or the incongruity and no time to let herself
feel; that would come later. Buildings rushed past her in a blur and
pedestrians became coloured distractions in the corner of her eye as
she pushed through. No time for niceties, too much was at stake.

How
could she not have known? How could Fate have played her for so long?

She
almost passed her destination, coming to a screeching halt in front
of the brick tower with its false normality. Her feet barely touched
the ground as she raced through, ignoring the calls to stop and
threats of security. She took the stairs two at a time; the elevators
were too slow. No time to pause.

Her
pulse was erratic as she flung open the door to her father's office
to see him standing heavily, gun poised in his hand. Terrifying.

But
not as much as the small shimmer of smoke coming from its gaping
mouth.

No.

Not
now. Not now. Please, God, not now.

She
squeezed her eyes closed, feeling the droplets pour down her already
wet cheeks.

She
looked.

A
familiar looking bullet wound had painted a beautiful crimson
portrait over his heart. The heart he had promised her not three
hours ago.

I
have to take care of a few things, Tru. I'll be back as soon as I
can.

Where's
Jack, Tru? Carrie had asked. Take care of a few things?
Fear in her eyes. No, oh no, the idiot! He'll kill him! Who,
Carrie?

It
had all made a horrific sort of sense.

It's
for the best. Her father's cold voice and her heart finally
shattered. No. No! Her hands drenched in blood as she held him
against her, the last of his warmth fading. Footsteps moving passed
her registering vaguely. Her voice calm; I will make you pay.

Alone
now; just her and Jack as she cried and begged for him to ask her,
but he'd always been stubborn.